Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 159: Torros Mill
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Talston shuddered as he listened to the other party.
"Ready."
The stranger came to Thales and slowly extended his right hand.
Tyles took a step back subconsciously, but eventually stopped and gritted his teeth to stand still.
I can't be afraid.
I must...
Must...
The dense fog in the boundary is getting thinner and thinner, sweeping away the darkness before.
The stranger's hand touched Thales' face, and there was a cold touch.
"Be careful."
"Even if you feel you have controlled it..."
Tyles stared at him blankly, and first realized the weightlessness.
It's like the ground suddenly disappears.
After that, he felt it again: he started to fall.
Here it comes.
Tyles suppressed the tension and controlled the trembling limbs, silently.
"Even if you think you are doing the right thing..."
"Even if you think that the power of the magician is in your hands, it will be the sword of justice..."
The stranger remained still mysteriously in front of him, stroking his face, motionless.
There seems to be no entity.
The surrounding light began to flow, and the scene changed from a vaguely blurred picture to a rapidly changing out of focus scene.
"I still can't take it lightly."
"Sometimes, the means you resort to for a noble purpose will unknowingly turn against the object."
The words of strangers seem to hide endless meaning, and the mysterious eyes with gleams are like lonely lights on the night road, the only thing that Thales can see in this world:
"For example, debate is to clarify truth, but too many people are immersed in the pleasure of winning and losing; for example, violence is to maintain survival, but too many people are also lost in pure violence."
The feeling of falling is getting stronger and stronger, and the surrounding pictures are getting blurry, as if the colors and shapes have lost their meaning.
The stranger's words are lightly paused:
"Such as magic, magic is for..."
Speaking of which, he seems to be unable to continue.
Thyls looked at him like this, feeling inexplicably sad.
"I know." The prince replied comfortingly.
The stranger snorted and shook his head as if it didn't matter.
"You know?"
He retracted his palm, raised his fingers, and lightly tapped Thales' forehead.
Only listen to strangers plainly and idiomatically:
"You thought you knew."
Silver brilliance flickered from the prince's forehead, seeming to echo the stranger's fingers.
Thyls just stared at him blankly.
The stranger gently spit out the next words, and every sentence seemed to have a deep feeling between the lines, which caused Thales to think infinitely.
"Just like the hero thinks, he has never more never compromised with evil."
"It's like Mingzhu thought that having wisdom and power can correct mistakes."
"Just like the strong think that he is the master of power and the messenger of weapons."
"It is like a famous general who thinks that as long as you continue to win, you can bring peace."
"Just like the masters think that as long as knowledge is expanded and skills are improved, all problems in the world can be solved."
"It's like a changer who thinks that as long as the purpose is noble, the goal is great, and the action is selfless, they can and will make the world a better place."
Thyls froze.
Hero...Master...Strong...Famous...Mage...Changer...
Tyles tried to stare at each other, trying to see something from the stranger's fuzzy face, but ended in failure.
They are falling faster and faster.
The stranger stopped his words, the mysterious gleam in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"Remember, boy," he said a rare emotion:
"Be careful of yourself."
"Don't let them easily infect you, encroach on you, and capture you," he is like a wise man who has witnessed the vicissitudes of life and the world's impermanence, slowly revealing his own voice:
"Even if they sound so clear and plausible."
Ambilight flashes around the two of them, stripping off all the light.
It was as if they had entered the tunnel in the belly of the mountain, gloomy and dim.
Finally, Thales could not help his thoughts anymore and blurted out impulsively:
"Who are you anyway?"
This "person" who suddenly appeared in the boundary.
This...Magician.
He is the leader of Ashida. He calls the twin emperors "girls" and can hide from them.
He is so strong that he can come and go freely at the border. He knows the Silver Shadow under Longxiao City. He doesn't seem to belong to any faction...
The stranger was silent for a moment.
Immediately, as he fell more and more rapidly, he sighed and said:
"I am Toros Mill."
Thyls froze.
Where did he hear this name.
That is...
The mysterious man named Toros continued: "The glory and shame of the magic tower, the savior and disaster of the empire, the truth and end of the world..."
"I am lucky and sinful."
His words hide a sorrow that cannot be released.
Tyles also felt the unspeakable weight.
Glory and shame, savior and disaster, truth and end, luck and sin...
Just listen to Toros whispering:
"I am your earliest predecessor."
"The worst role model."
He pressed his index finger on Thales' forehead with light force and pushed forward.
"And...the worst future."
The next moment, in the light that came up again and the heat that rose again, Thales' eyes darkened and his breathing stagnated.
He knew that he was out of the threshold.
Then sank into the deep sea.
Gone forever.
Here again.
In the fast flashing picture, he happily stretched out his hands, no, they are the tentacles of thinking, touching everything.
The thin body is not enough here.
He felt the sense of omniscience, accomplishment, and satisfaction that came again.
The emptiness and quietness of thousands of miles above the sky, the vast loneliness of the top snow peaks, the boundless heart of the vast grassland, the numbness of the vast desert, the hidden undercurrents of the deep seabed, the epic magnificence of the ancient city, and...
He slowly raised his gaze, feeling the flicker in the distance.
That is the faint mystery of endless stars above the sky.
He took a breath and felt everything.
The whole world.
All in front of me.
Show me.
Well, the world?
When you think of this world, what do you think of first?
The pleasant and disgusting male voice sounded in a trance.
Here again.
He shook his thoughts, threw out the boring words, and continued to feel the magical state of this moment.
Of course, this is far from enough...
He needs more, needs to reach the highest place in the dream...
So he started to ascend as he always did.
And this time.
Nothing can stop him...
Touch the ultimate step.
With a thought, he raised his head slightly.
Ah.
He sighed contentedly.
Yes, it's still that dark and silent void.
It appeared in front of him again.
He could see clearly that what was shown to him in the void was still the mysterious gray mist, which flowed far away, surging towards him in the endless white light.
Like the gray mist consciously, opened his arms towards him.
Same as the most formal invitation.
Call.
He continued to rise, feeling the more and more wonderful omnipotence and omniscience, while watching the gray mist that continued to spread to him, his heart was clear.
That's calling.
In that grey mist, something... is calling him, longing for his arrival.
"Come..."
In a trance, he even felt a faint call from the fog.
"Together..."
Yes.
A familiar longing and impulse came out.
He felt it: In that grey mist, there was something he wanted most, most kind, and closest.
Come on.
He rose faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the weird dark void, and getting closer and closer to the grey mist that was stained with white light and flowing endlessly.
Come on!
He almost couldn't help ranting.
Hurry up, hurry up and let me enter the void...
I encountered that piece of gray fog...
Only this.
Only this way...
I can be more perfect.
To truly own this world.
The world?
His upward momentum suddenly stopped.
The world? Probably all people, Ashida, your time, the time when the empire and the magic tower are still...what is the world like? The echoes of the past came like a whisper.
Ah ah ah!
It's the **** drake voice again!
No!
Go away...
Get out!
I’m guessing, there’s actually not a big difference, right, after all, for us, the world is just a small piece of cognition...probably where we are, and everyone we know, and they The world in our mouths, eyes, and around our body...We think we have seen the world, but in fact, what we see is only our own retina.
He doesn't rise anymore.
No, no, no!
He growled in pain, and his head started to hurt.
This is it again!
The drake voice!
It's it again! Hindering him from continuing...
He swears, wait for him to rise to the top, wait for him to reach perfection, wait for him to know everything...
He must tear up the master of the drake voice! Crush! Burst!
Smash him into the smallest and most indistinct dust...
Let this small existence that hinders your great progress...
To endure the most terrifying, painful, and unimaginable ultimate punishment in the world!
Even if he wants to destroy the world, even if it means his own demise, even if the end of all things is imminent, he has to pay the heaviest and most unbearable price for the drake voice that cannot redeem him!
Ah!
Have you gone, Ashida? get out of class has ended? Ashida? Mr? Ashida Little...Ahem, little, puppy? Little stupid?
Huh, it looks like it's really gone, it's the **** again... Why don't you change your name and call it Bruce Wayne...
Huh, what is the world? You may not know... But in those unfamiliar memories, what I have to do is to look at the world from another angle... to discover problems we have never discovered, to doubt those principles that are correct by default, to Break the external shackles that you don’t know you are in...
This is not an easy thing, as Plato said, once you walk out of the cave and see the sun...huh, huh...
We used to laugh, laugh at the second disease in those anime... But sometimes, when you observe the world again and again from a perspective that other people can't notice, you will find...
Maybe, maybe it's really not me who is wrong...
It's this world.
Right...Huh, old horse, what do you think?
His head hurts more and more.
Hey!
Damn it, don't you **** stop me!
I need it...
I need that piece of void, that piece of gray fog...
I need to rise!
I need to own!
I need this world!
In the next moment, Thales woke up painfully like a man recovering from drowning!
"Boom!"
There was a strange and huge thunder.
Ah!
How...
Tyles gasped, looking around...
When he was lost for a few seconds and felt as if he had forgotten something again
Suddenly I felt like I fell instantly!
Then slammed and stopped without warning!
Almost shakes him dizzy.
But it's not over yet...
He seems to be caught by a gust of wind, thrown upward, and rise again!
How...
"Boom! Boom!"
At the moment when he rose to the top, Thales tried his best to open his eyes, and then he was shocked!
He found that what appeared before his eyes was a storm visible to the naked eye.
Storm!
"Wow..."
In the next instant, he was blown diagonally down by a strange wind!
The feeling just now is that he is ups and downs uncontrollably in this fantastic and terrifying endless storm!
What's up
"Boom!"
The wind here has colors.
They scraped out deep black in the air, like smooth blades composed of ink, thousands of ink blades, sometimes scattered and splashed, sometimes gathered into huge waves, like a tornado sweeping, rolling back and forth with the panicked Thales!
It's like... flying a kite.
The same dark electric light flashed from time to time in the dull air, accompanied by a huge thunder that almost pierced the eardrum.
"Boom!"
Every thunderstorm makes the black storm even more crazy!
Thyls was suffering from the severe pain of the wind knife in the midair, feeling the panic of weightlessness...
Oh, bad...
Tyles was trembling, trying to grab a piece of ink, only to find that he had no body in panic!
What exactly is this...
"Boom!"
He waved his imaginary hands, but couldn't grasp the strength at all.
His gaze writhed with the storm taking off and landing, turning arbitrarily, and if he were still a person, he would be pulled back and forth by the storm in the air, without stopping!
What I see in my eyes is all ominous pitch black ink.
What I hear in my ears is a terrible flash of lightning.
It's more sinister than a lone boat in the ocean.
"Boom!"
Damn it!
He was turned upside down by another storm.
Thyls feels almost out of breath.
But he didn't see the ground or the sky, he could only feel the upper and lower ends, the left and right front and back, all the endless, ruthless, inky storm!
"Boom Rumble"
He tried to shout loudly, but there was no response, not even his own echo was heard.
This is a sight he has never encountered since he lost control for the first time and even after knocking on the door for the first time!
This is... the truth about runaway mana?
Magic... the sea?
He thought tremblingly.
When you wander in the sea of magical energy, you always feel the rise and fall of the threshold, and it is far more than your body that is affected...Torros' words rang in your ears.
"Boom!"
Crazy, terrifying, fierce, uncontrolled, invisible, uncontrolled storm, constantly tormenting Thales’ senses.
Compared with the first sense of beauty...he really didn't want to stay here at all.
As this thought arose, Thales only felt a hazy cloud of smoke.
He seemed to be drunk in an instant, and he felt the magical state of omniscience and omnipotence...
Ah...
It's amazing...
I saw the world again...
And I want more...
Thyls thought so and smiled subconsciously.
No!
But the next moment, Thales shook his head desperately, trying to wake himself up!
"Boom!"
A booby thunder has started!
The vision in front of him dimmed, and he was briefly awake, returning to the dark storm of terror.
Follow the waves.
Damn... die!
The torment of eyes, ears, and perception made him try his best to gather the remaining will.
He knew that Ashida's classroom training allowed him to temporarily get rid of the psychedelic state and avoid continuing to raise the threshold, but obviously, his current state is far from the "things" stage referred to by Toros!
No!
Like the mysterious Toros said, he cannot get lost there, lost in desire and impulse!
He must cross over!
Ah! Fuck!
Thyls roared in his heart, concentrated, trying not to think about the vision just now.
"Boom and boom!"
The black storm roared again, pulling him back into the terrifying midair.
Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think!
Thyls tried his best to get rid of those comfortable and beautiful visions, the sense of power to feel everything...
But, but the more he wanted to get rid of, the more he couldn't help thinking of that feeling.
The harder you try not to think about it, the more you can't help but think.
Think of the thrill of raising the threshold, the excitement of knocking on the door...
Think of the desire to enter the dark void, to touch the gray mist...
The kind of omniscience, that kind of omnipotence, that kind of he is the whole world, that is everything, that is everything, that is the magnificence of the lofty truth! At that time, he will be free from fetters, no restrictions, no discordant direct to the damn!
Thyls, in the ups and downs of the storm, threw his thoughts desperately, scolding and struggling to come up with this tempting idea.
No, no, no, no!
Don't think about it!
Keep your mind...Keep...self...
At this moment, his brain seemed to be broken into two alive.
Half in a perfect world like a fairyland, feeling the satisfaction and beauty of that kind of power, feeling the truth and secrets of the world, and eager to fuck! Again!
The other half of the brain is in the horrible and tyrannical black storm, suffering the pain that seems to be torn apart, flipping back and forth, wandering!
Wait!
This is not a way, it can't go on like this!
"Wow!"
A gust of wind, accompanied by the neighing in the black storm, threw him into the air again!
By the way, way!
When Thales felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, he remembered what Toros said.
Magic appointment.
Be careful of yourself.
The previous visions and storms filled his mind and body, leaving him no time to remember. When he was about to remember, he found that he had lost too many memories in a state of loss of control.
Self.
Quick...
Thyls thought vaguely, touching the memory that seemed to fade.
Anchor!
Yes, find the anchor point...
Anchor point, point to self...
Take me back...
Get rid of this damn, terrible storm.
From this false, tempting, comfortable, cozy, hopeful, and infinitely wonderful dream of raising the threshold... Ah, knock, for it, he can completely give up everything, just to embrace him, Then become the Supreme Nima! Here again?
Get out!
I can't even control my own thinking!
Thyls feels like he has been working for a day, returning home out of breath, exhausted, and struggling to get up as a code word writer...
Strongly support yourself, but as long as you are careless, you will fall into a sweet dream and never return...
Wake up the next day with an empty screen...
"Boom!"
Thyls, who cursed everything in his heart, was once again caught in a hurried cyclone, causing him to turn six somersaults.
When I was dizzy, I was very painful to be scratched by three more ink blades.
Damn it!
Anchor point!
Thyls struggled to support him, searching for another damaged memory, trying to find the answer...
Really, the preparations were complete before, but when things came about, I discovered that the preparations made before were not useful at all!
Worse than thesis defense!
The anchor I set, the self I understand...what is it!
Just now.
Have you ever thought about what you are?
His eyes were once again psychedelic.
But not the same as before.
This time, what appeared before Thales was a majestic palace.
In the north, in a certain room in a certain snowy palace...
An elegant young man faced another pale boy, pressing harder, his slender fingers slowly raised, as if pointing directly at the boy’s heart:
When you are stripped of all the definitions made by others, leaving all the situations in which you exist, what is left of yourself?
The scene is rippling, like water waves dissipating.
Thyls froze.
The definition given by others...
The situation by which existence...
Anchor point...
Anchor!
"Boom"
In the endless storm and thunder, he slowly recalled the conversation between Shi Cai and Toros.
"So, to anchor yourself, what you really need is to remove all external labels..."
"Remove what you said, which is confused by others."
Thyls was in a trance.
What is "a thing confused by others"?
What is "something not to be confused by others"?
What is... the real anchor point to self?
"Boom! Boom!" The thunder and lightning flashed around her body, which never stopped.
He was puzzled and confused.
As if forgetting that I was still tossing back and forth in the terrible storm, suffering.
Anchor point to self, be realistic.
Is his unique...magic energy?
Is it the crime of Hell River?
Is it the jc dagger that saved him several times?
Or his so-called kingdom blood?
Or... what he calls wisdom?
"Boom!"
No, neither.
The orientation of these anchor points is wrong to him.
Things that are not confused by others...
Or, should the anchor point be focused, focused, and short?
For example, himself.
Like Thales?
The star?
The second prince?
Magician?
Or did he pause when he thought of the name Wu Yinren?
Simply...the traverser?
"Bang! Boom!" The storm was still there, and he was blown away again like a floating in the rain.
No, no, anchor points are also not these... things that are not confused by others... have to be abstract.
So, the anchor is his will? The spirit of never admitting defeat in this world?
Is it the memory and knowledge he acquired from another life?
Is it everything I perceive and know since I was born?
It’s a bit close~IndoMTL.com~ But, really?
Anchor point...
Can the anchor point to what he and Toros have said so much...self from these things?
Things that are not confused by others...
Just now.
"Crackling!"
A burst of unprecedented thunder, accompanied by another bunch of weird black lightning, hit Thales!
Battered him all over, like a torn sack, constantly rolling in the air!
Severe pain.
Even consciousness trembled.
But at that moment, Thales suddenly saw it.
His answer.